Mondays are dumb. I miss my boy. I don’t feel good. I’m a grump.
Oh today. Our alarm didn’t go off and I woke up with 15 minutes to get myself and baby ready. And THEN I proceeded to spill my hot oatmeal alllll over the floor. Not only the floor though, my foot too- burning it and causing me to yell a swear word I’m sure glad Brax was upstairs to not hear. My head is pounding, my chest is tight and rotten, and I’m blowing my nose like a faucet. Yes, it sure is a case of the Mondays over here in Jeannine land.
This weekend, however, was fantastic. Fantastic aside from running, that is. I spent time with my family and did all sort of fun things- the Palmyra Canal Days, a parade, and Power’s Farm Market:) I also enjoyed eating many giant cookies. I love weekends like that!
As for running, though, this weekend I was lazy. I know, I know- lazy is a relative term. But for me, I was lazy. I can feel my body fighing some sort of Fall cold-like thing- so I decided to increase the oranges and lower the miles.
I had all intentions of getting up Saturday morning to run with the group. I planned to run a 20 miler this weekend so I could taper next. Then I would run a recovery five on Sunday. That’s what would have happened in a perfect world.
However, in my world, that did not happen. I was up at 5:30 Saturday morning to meet the group in Mendon. I felt tired and lousy. It was not going to happen. Back into bed I went until Brax woke up. I ended up taking him in the stroller for a leisurely 5 miles later on. And when I say leisurely, I mean it. We stopped at the park to play, and a couple garage sales along the way.
Sunday morning Brian was up early to do some odd jobs for people around town (such a good guy, that one)- so I was in bed, again, until b awoke. I ended up going for a quick 8 mile run later in the day. I ran it fast, but I felt like crap. My legs were incredibly sore, I was breathing heavy, and I just wanted to be done.
Every time some sort of sickness creeps up on me, this is what happens. I run lousy. It discourages me and I think “Alright, you’re not going to be able to run a marathon, Dummy.”
But then I remember that every plan has its setbacks. I need to be realistic and expect that everything isn’t going to be peaches and berries all the time. I can only expect so much from my body; and I also need to remember how lucky I am with everything else in my life. Sometimes I think my body likes to remind me, “HEY YOU- there’s more to this weekend than a long run! Let’s take it easy!”
I’m listening, body. You’re right. Thanks for the reminder, I needed it. But let’s remember, I still do have a race in 33 days. So let’s fight this whateveritis, take some R&R…and then get back on schedule!
But until then, I’m enjoying the extra cuddle time w my boys<3
…And some shopping with Grams<3
…And lots of time with my Sister<3
Alright. I guess setbacks aren’t so bad, afterall<3